Not as a child, but, years ago we had one of those old fashioned televisions, the ones with the thick glass screen and a control panel under the screen, no remote control back then. One night I'd gone to bed and the mrs shouted for me to come down and sort the telly out as it was playing up. I went downstairs in nothing but a vest and crouched down in front of the telly to try and tune it in. We had a young kitten at the time and he reached up and scrammed my balls causing my head to go through the tv screen knocking me out cold. The mrs called an ambulance and when they were carrying me out on a stretcher she told them how it happened, they laughed so much they dropped the stretcher and I broke my fecking arm.
